E-40 - Mind Control lyrics
[Hook:] Riding round so clean I let the ba** beat out my speakers Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak Her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind [Verse 1: Big KRIT] M-I crooked, I was cooking up an old school Sprinkled it with bad b**h, mixed it up with soul food Put it on a plate with the ba** and tweeters For them haters, out here starvin', motherf**er I could feed ya With some game, intergalactic, outer-space for brain Chrome wheel in the water, might just get me in the summer It look good don't it? Throw wood on it, with the golden vogue Love potion on my mind, my pimpin' is an antidote Cooley High, signing booming sign, knocking bu*ters down Crack the curb, like my ship emerged, from the underground One more time, for them folks that know I be shinin' Whippin' wind and reclining, pressin' diamonds While I'm [Hook:] Riding round so clean I let the ba** beat out my speakers Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak Her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind , her mind [Verse 2: E-40] I got armorall on my tongue, I talk slick Catch a chick without using my hands, master manip Sliding in my SLAB, slapping Big KRIT Woofers in the back, tweeters in the lip(?) Push bu*ton secret stash box for my yammer Yammer mean yissle, pistol, or hammer Blowing veggies, broccoli in the air That's that Cali weed, I know that smell anywhere Mind control, get in the female's head like a Tylenol Body and soul, be about your brinead, increase your bankroll Drink and cheefin', my and my heathens bustin' power moves In the hood, like a mechanic, stickin' to the rules [Hook:] Riding round so clean I let the ba** beat out my speakers Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak Her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind , her mind [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] On a mission, just me and Vincent Your b**h might just come up missin' like the roof Known to talk that player sh** mama, that's just how I do My old school look powder blue We pulled up to the Papadeaux poundin' Sat down, ordered the clam chowder I had the lobster bisque I'm what they talkin' 'bout if the topic is Money, clothes, hoes, weed smoke Take your panties off, you don't need those Real n***as stay stuck to the G code Never cheat, never off my feet Never let these n***as see your weakness If I eat then my n***as eat Hit the weed then we hit the sheets That be our little secret [Bridge: x2] Round and round we go Unlock and unload I'll remote control Her mind, her mind Round and round we go Unlock and unload I'll remote control Her mind, her mind [Hook:] Riding round so clean I let the ba** beat out my speakers Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak Her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind , her mind